Discussing probable solutions to curb the declining child sex ratio.
The worship and reverence of one man is being tied to our self-worth as Indian citizens and nation.
The death of a soldier can be justified as someone who is actively taking part in a war. A young child, on the other hand, doesn't choose sides.
Vociferous about land rights of the tribal people, how then does this government justify the land it grabs in the name of 'development'?
Those 132 children could have grown up to become the future of Pakistan. Tonight, they lie asleep in their tiny coffins.
A 16-years-old child, when ‘rescued’ from child labour, cannot simply be expected to rejoin school.
As the Shiv Sena terms true 'ghar wapasi' to be a return of all Muslims to Pakistan, the vitriol that still exists in popular discourse, makes one wonder.
Both the Islamic world and the West need to take strides towards real moderation; examine the underlying issues without bias
The “Labour of Love” is a harsh play on a woman’s motherly emotions, her burden to bear and her womanly-ness.
I asked him what name would be filled out in my husband’s application (that of his mother, father or spouse?). He did not hesitate in replying “his father”.
They jumped a wall, and shot at students one classroom after another.
This thought provoking video will rekindle the fire which has slowly died down, and stimulate every Indian to reconsider the issue of women's safety.
Indians expressed sorrow over the incident that shook the lives of those who lost their kids and family members.
Controversy erupted as a Saudi cleric's wife showed her face uncovered and with make-up on a talk show, while he sat by in support. A welcome change.
Apar spoke about how India frames its laws around censorship and the line between societally “acceptable” and “unacceptable” bans.
Tempers have flared up as RSS affiliates and certain Hindu groups in Agra apparently converted Muslims to Hinduism. Question is, was it voluntary?
This act is more than just revenge, this is senseless, remorseless brutality.
Not one day has gone by when I did not feel grateful for the step towards the social space...